Eternal XVIII

Medisa laughed so hard she could barely stand upright, and Brando could only shake his head helplessly. But he was more worried about Qian and Shido, so he turned back to the Little Princess and said, "Forget about this for now. Go over and take a look first. Shido and Qian are still over there."

Only then did the Little Princess of the Silver Elves nod and put away her smile.

The sudden encounter had caught everyone off guard. Brando was somewhat worried that more Chaos creatures (Twilight Species) might be lurking beneath these crisscrossing layers of ice, but he immediately dismissed the concern.

Qian sat down against the ice wall, her face slightly flushed. With the lord so close to her, she did not even dare breathe too loudly. The bruise on her shoulder was actually nothing serious; rather, Brando's actions had made her heart pound.

Brando examined the wound on the red-haired girl's shoulder and breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Fortunately, it isn't serious."

The Mountain Maiden lowered her head and quietly exhaled as well, though the relief she felt was clearly for an entirely different reason than Brando's.

"I'm sorry, Qian. I'm sorry, Count..." Shido stood beside them, holding her thick notebook in both hands, looking at them apologetically as she repeatedly apologized.

"So, what exactly happened?" Veronica turned back and interrupted her, asking the question. She and Mephisto stood on either side of the landslide. Farther away, Haruze, Firas, Charles, and the First Prince of the Cruzian people had already cleared away the shattered ice. Once Charles moved the enormous blocks of ice with his spell, the silver-white corpse buried beneath the snow gradually appeared.

Brando glanced at the monster. It clearly had not been crushed to death by the collapse of the ice. The